A Man Asking For Help Ought To

In The Silence I Heard Bastet, Who Had Retreated Under The Bed, Carrying On A Mumbling, Profane Monologue. (if You Ask How I Knew It Was Profane, I Presume You Have Never Owned A Cat.)

Sekhmet Crawled Onto Ramses's Lap And Began To Purr. 'the Creature Oozes Like A Furry Slug,' Said Ramses, Eyeing It Without Favor.

Children, I Feel, Are As Much Entitled To Privacy As Human Beings.

A Lady Cannot Be Blamed If A Master Criminal Takes A Fancy To Her.

I Would Not Be At All Surprised To Find That It Was For Gold That Cain Committed The First Murder. (it Happened A Very Long Time Ago, And Holy Writ, Though No Doubt Divinely Inspired, Is A Trifle Careless About Details. God Is Not A Historian).